New Ulm weekly review., 1887-04-06
The Lady and the Terror.
m the Harris burg Telegraph.

The Lady and the Terror.
From the Harrisburg Telegraph.
On one of the delightful days recent
ly a young lady we'll known in the ex-
elusive first circles OF San Francisco
society for unrivaled personal charms
and elegance OF accomplishments, was
driven around to make a congr&tula-
y call upon married lady friene
who was happily convalescing from
that occasional sacred event in the
lives of welded ladies, which, far from
being sickness, is the perfect culmina-
tion of their health. She was shown
into the parlor, and for a few minutes
required to arrange for the reception
in that room where mother and child
were doing as we'll as could be expect
ed, was left with no other to entertain
her than the only son and heir of the
house, Master Charles, then in his
fourth year. But Charlie was fully
equal to the situation, and promised
to grow up into an ornament of socie-
ty that will never be abashed by beau
ty, however brilliant, into the painful
negative OF mo conversation" After
some unessential preliminary remarks,
Master Charles approached nearer the
visitor and, lowering his tone into
confidential, asked
"Miss--, 90 dot a baby?"
The young lady gave one swift glance
around to assure herself there was no
| other hearer Of this pertinent question,
and replied;
"No, Charlie, dear, I have not"
"And did 90 never have a, baby?"
| In spite Of the youth Of her eager in
terlocutor her handsome eyes droop-
ed before his ingenious gaze and her
pretty face flushed as she replied:
"No, ,Charlie,I never did. Isnot this
a beautiful day."
"And amt 90 never doin't to have
no baby?" persisted Charlie, declining
to enter on the tempting conversa-
tional side track of the weather.
"My boy, can't tell. Tell me all
the names OF whom those are the
photographs"
"And don't 90 want baby?"
"Why. Charlie, what a. close ques-
toner you are. If you are not careful
you will grow into one OF those news
| paper interviewers, and then what
will your poor mama think of you?"
Because" continued Charlie, ut
terly refusing to be switched off, II
know where 90 tan det one The doc
tor brought my mamma one, and he
keepth them in his offith. You juth
do down Ellith threet to Martet
threet, and den 90 do, down Martet
threet to Tarney threet, and den 90
do down Tarney threet ever tho far,
and den 90 do up a lot of thairth and
thath where he teeps 'em. And
they're awful cheap too. My papa
hathn't paid for my mammals yet,
but heth dom to-"
"Well, Charlie, Pm much obliged to
you for your full directions, and I'll
know just where to co."
"Oh, NTH, 90 needn't do. I'll
tell my papa juth ath thoon ath ever
he tums home that 90 want baby,
and he'll det one for 90, and"
That young lady seized that little
boy by his two shoulders, and, lean
Ing over so as to look full into his
eyes she said, with an 1mpressiveness
lent by sudden terror:
"See here, Charlie, listen to me.
don't want any baby yet, AND
If you ever say anything about
it to your papa I'll never like
you any more at all, at all never
never, never. Now, will you promise?;
"Well, if 90 don't want a baby
won't, but I tot everybody like te
have babieth. do"
The interview was here terminated
by the entrance of a. servant to usher
the visitor into the presence of thu
convalescent lady.